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Dacey Mormont

Because no one dares call Maege Mormont's bastards 'Snow'

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a character in “A Tale of a Throne.”, as played by DuBois_Scarlett

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Not a Lady . . . Not a Warrior . . . But so much more
 






Role: Heir of House Mormont || Sworn Sword to Robb Stark 

Gender: Female 

Age: 22 

Nicknames: Dac 

House: Mormont 

Sigil: Bear 

Alliance: House Mormont || House Stark 



 

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Height: 6'0 

Weight: 125lbs

Build: Lanky, tall holding elegant grace always 

Hair Colour: Dark brown almost black 

Eye Colour: Blue Grey 

Scars or Markings: Too many to count 

Brief written description: Dacey, much like her mother, Lady Maege is a very unconventional young woman. Though noble by birth, her character and action set her apart from the rest of her ilk.

She can often times be found wearing mail and dressed as a man, on horse back like a knight prepared for anything.

She is strangely tall for a woman standing at six feet but with a willowy figure she finds herself quite comfortable in Lady's garbs as well as armour and is considered remarkably pretty. A feature that surprises most when they learn of her uncanny skills as a warrior.




 

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Skills:
* Excellent Warrior, Leader and Swordswoman – Raised with and trained with the men at arms of House Mormont, as a girl Dacey was given a Morning star instead of a doll, unlike most young girls.
* Cool Under pressure
* Charming and witty – Dacey easily catches anyone's attention
* Brave and Loyal – Her fealty is undeniable once you earn her respect and trust
* Excellent judge of character - Though, she tries not to judge a man before she has made his acquaintance


Quirks and Faults:
* Dacey has a knack for tricking men into wagers they will lose – like convincing them to arm wrestle with her or swordplay – thinking her a woman and weak, people often take the wager thinking it a easy and quick way to make money, when they only end up losing it
 

Likes:
* Her Mother
* Her Sisters
* House Mormont
* The North
* House Stark
* Robb Stark
* Bear Island
* Swordplay
* Children
* Dancing
* Making Merry
 

Dislikes:
* The South
* Kings Landing
* Cowards
* Liars
 

Fears:
Secretly Dacey craves love and security, something she has never known her whole life – She wants normalcy, she wants to fall in love, marry and have children someday but she knows her duty as Heir of House Mormont comes first and the things she desires, she may never have.


Written description: Being raised on the Bear Island, a land with little materials or wealth, Dacey grew up in genteel poverty. The things that matter to her are different then what matters to the Ladies of her rank and age in different parts of the Kingdom.

Family, Honour, Duty & Loyalty come above all things for Dacey. She is forever willing to make personal sacrifices.
 



 

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Marital Staus: Maiden 

Desired Ships: Dacey x Martyn || Dacey x Jamie || Dacey x Renly || Dacey x Theon || Dacey x Quentyn

Bio: (I will send you this!)

Family: Family is all and everything to Dacey. And she comes from a very unconventional and scandalous line. Although House Mormont is one of the oldest, most proudest and honourable houses in all of the Kingdom; their strange ways are often frowned upon by the rest of the nobility of Westeros.

Lady Maege Mormont – Is Dacey's mother. Dacey loves and respects her mother. A woman that can strike fear in the hearts of the most hardest men if they press her. Dacey inspires to be like her mother.

As for her sisters and niece and nephew, Dacey loves them all greatly although they do not always agree on everything.

In regards to her Uncle Joer, Dacey holds great respect for him, though they do not always see eye to eye and as for her cousin Ser Jorah, Dacey has never met the man although his disgrace is well known.



So begins...

Dacey Mormont's Story

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Dawn had broken across the horizon in pink heavenly undertones. Did they reflect the towering crimson façade in the distance before her or the blood of innocents that had ran like rivers in the streets?

Dacey Mormont did not know. Nor in all honesty did she care. They had been at war. And the greatest price of war? Blood. It was a fact she held no qualms about.

The clip clopping of a single pair of hooves echoed on the almost deserted road in the early hours of the morning. Dacey had rode through the night. A dangerous feat for a group of men let alone a lone woman. But fear was not something Dacey Mormont prescribed to or indulged in.

Urgent matters on Bear Island had called her back after the war of the five had come to an inevitable end with Viserys Targaryen claiming the Iron Throne. Luckily, Bear Island had not suffered greatly being a detached land. Though this had not stopped attacks. However, the Dothraki clans who had braved the sea fare to pillage Bear Island had not expected the ferocious warriors – men and women – who inhabited the small island, armed and ready for battle. Nor, had the Dothraki known how very bare and deprived of wealth Bear Island really was.

The thought spread a wealthy grin upon Dacey's remarkably handsome face. If only she had been there to witness the Dothraki's surprise when they landed on her home island. Alas, she had been away fight at Robb Starks side.

Not that she greatly feared for Bear Island, when she had been away at battle. Not with her mother in charge and her sisters to aid. Meage Mormont was a woman to be greatly feared. And her daughters were no less. Bear Island had been in capable hands and Dacey thanked the Old Gods they had all come through unharmed.

Dacey spurred her Courser faster as the Red Keep loomed closer. Her dark locks carrying with the wind as the mail shirt she wore over her tunic jingled with the movement of the obsidian coloured horse. The slight feeling of awe that filled her was not enough for her to stop and admire the keep. Kings Landing, held no particular fondness for Dacey. She had immediately wanted to return back home as soon as the unbearable heat of the South had hit her.

But there was no turning back. And she felt no great strain in attending the King's Council to aid her Liege Lord, Robb Stark. It was her duty and Dacey Mormont did not turn away from her responsibilities.



It was less then an hour later that she stood at the foot of the entrance to the Castle.

A burly looking guard dressed in the Targaryen armour halted her from entering the Keep. Dacey raised a defined brow in amusement. It had been much too long since she participated in a bout of swordplay, Dacey mused. Unfortunately, she had no time for play right now. She was already late and patience was a virtue. One, the Lady did not possess at the moment.

“And who might you be wench?” The Targaryen guard asked of her with an air of superiority much in excess of his post.

“Dacey Mormont, Lady of Bear Island.” She replied frankly. “I would ask the same of you. However, I don't posses the luxury of time at the moment, so if you'll excuse me.”

“I ain't never seen a Lady of rank strolling around in breeches and mail.” He declared with a sneer; the tip of his sword pointed dangerously close to her throat. “You expect me to believe that you're the Lady of Bear Island and let you in?”

More then the fools words, the sword at her throat rose Dacey's ire. She was no real Lady. And she suffered no weapon pointed at her or the person who threatened.

“I should remove the sword if I were you.” The Lady of Bear Island advised in a voice completely calm.

“Oh? And why should I do that wench?”

“If you value your life it would be wise.” Dacey replied.

Hearty laughter filled air, as other Targaryen soldiers surrounded closer to view the encounter.

“You think you are a threat upon my life?” The guard questioned as he continued to laugh.

Dacey needed no other invitation. Her anger was like the silent storm that crept along the sea. With a swiftness and grace possessed by no other Dacey's unsheathed blade slashed through the air.

The sound of metal clattering to the floor filled the sudden electric air as the guard looked with fright and astonishment at the half of his sword that remained in his hands.

Yet, Dacey Mormont was not done.

Her booted foot made contact with the man's chest sending him reeling, landing hard on his back and before he could even move, Dacey's sword was levelled at the centre of his thick neck as her tall dark form loomed over him.

“I should cut your throat as swiftly as I cut your sword. However, I don't believe King Viserys would appreciate that. You can thank him for your life.” Dacey smiled down at him sweetly before flipping the sword around in her hands; knocking the man unconscious as she swung and the hilt made contact with his face viciously. “You.” Dacey commanded, turned on her heels. “Stable my horse. Make sure he is well watered and fed.” She did not wait for a reply as she removed her shirt of mail and threw it across at a maid that had ventured out at the sound of the commotion. “And you, make sure my belongings are sent to my chambers.”

Somewhat calmer now and with the hindsight that came with it, Dacey realised she should have been a little more diplomatic with the fool guard. But riding havey cavey through the night to make it to the council meeting on time had left her rather irritable. It could not be helped, Dacey decided as she swept passed the gob-smacked curtsying maid into the Red Keep.

She wondered if Viserys Targaryen would find the tale amusing . . . or if he had any sort of a sense of humour?



Dacey Mormont entered the great dinning hall, where to her surprise the small council was meeting. In fact, she decided she much preferred it. It seemed less formal. Formality was not something Mormont's prided themselves on, Dacey mused with an inner smile.

She strode in with grace and elegance as regal as any Queen without an ounce of self-consciousness; even dressed as she was in dark breeches and a green tunic belted at the waist with the House of Mormont's sigil stitched on the centre.

The room was already filled. Many of the people she did not know by face but by name alone and the meeting already seemed under way. But Viserys Targaryen was unmistakable with haunting lavender violet eyes and stark white hair, sat as he was at the head of the table with his sister.

If she was a conforming type of female, Dacey mused, she may have felt intimidated by the incandescent three beauties sat at the table. Luckily, she was not a conforming sort and appearances held little regard for her. They were often misleading and beauty in itself was a fleeting quality.

Aquamarine eyes casually scanned the rest of the party. They all seemed much to grave. She wonder what was being discussed.

Spotting Robb Stark, an almost indistinguishable smile touched her lips.

“Lord Stark.” She bowed, acknowledging her Liege Lord and friend first, though it would have been proper to acknowledge the King first; it mattered little to Dacey as she came to stand next to Robb's seated form. “Your Grace.” She finally bowed and then turned to the rest of the group. “My Lords and Ladies. My sincerest apologies for the lateness of my arrival.” She addressed the group with complete insincerity. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dacey Mormont, Lady of Bear Island.”

A softness touched her fingers, Dacey peered down to see a Dire Wolf stroking it's long form along her legs. Dacey grinned, as she petted the the Wolf's head with a roughness she knew he preferred.

“And hello to you.” She whispered.

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Robb Stark

Robb wondered if there was a man who existed in all of Westeros who was more arrogant than Viserys Targaryan and he decided that was impossible. The young King exuded arrogance the way most men expelled air, he amused himself for a moment imagining being there when that arrogance was taken from him. He prayed to all of the gods, old and new that he would be there to see it. As was his wont the King had summoned his council simply to announce something he had already decided. His request for the Small Council opinions was nothing more than a farce, it was simply another way for the King to demonstrate his power over them all. Robb rested his hand lightly on Grey Wind's head as the mercenaries entered, the direwolf did not welcome strangers into what he considered his territory which consisted of wherever Robb was. However the Direwolf remained calm, alert but calm and Robb thought that perhaps his wolf was becoming accustomed to the city. The idea concerned him as he did not want his wolf to lose the wildness that made him what he was. He made a mental note to try and get the direwolf out of the city more.

Realising he had become distracted he focussed on the Son's of Cerberus who had just entered, he examined them with eyes used to battle and he could see these men were no raw recruits. Yet he did not trust men who fought for money, they were wont to turn on their employers and fight for the other side if the money was better. Yet he doubted the King would like hearing objections especially from him. But he was his fathers son and of the north and men of the north did not back down for fear of reprisal, they were honest men and he would be no different.

Before he could speak however he saw Dacey Mormont arrive and could not help the large grin that spread across his face. Gods he had missed her. She was one of the few women that he knew with whom he could fight and dance with in equal measure. She was also one of his few friends and he trusted her implicitly. He was glad she had arrived as he hoped she would be able to help him. His mother and his sister, who had come and stood beside him, were in a nest of vipers and he needed someone he could trust to watch over them. Sansa in particular who had suffered much would perhaps benefit from a friend such as Dacey. He nodded to her and touched her on the arm in greeting but did not speak.

He had waited long enough to answer the King's question.

"With all due respect your grace mercenaries cannot be trusted, they fight for coin and coin only. They are loyal to nothing else and turn on you as soon as they receive a better offer."

Margaery Tyrell

Margaery rose to her feet after a few moments, she smiled slightly as she noticed the king's admiring glances upon her. But even as she felt a flush of pleasure a part of her flinched from the attention he gave her. A part of her deep down knew that the King was an evil man who cared nothing for others. But she pushed that thought as far down as she could ignoring it for all she was worth. She reminded herself that she was a strong and confident woman and she believed she could handle the Dragon King. She was more concerned with his sister whom she knew neither liked or trusted her. The feeling was mutual as Margaery distrusted the woman and her dragons. Anyone who commanded dragons was however not someone to make your enemy and so she resolved to make more effort with the mother of dragons.

As she saw Sansa Margaery smiled with pleasure, she genuinely liked the stark girl even though she was too timid for her liking. Though she could hardly blame the girl given what she had suffered, yet even for all that their was a quiet strength to her that Margaery respected. She hoped the girl would not grow to become her enemy as she disliked the thought of having to bring her down, but she would not suffer any obstacles to her ambition. Dacey Mormont however was another matter entirely, Margaery did not know the woman but she had heard of her and of her home Bear Island. It was strange looking upon a woman garbed in mens attire, almost unnatural even yet Margaery envied the other woman her freedom.

The Son's of Cerberus she looked at last and could tell they were used to fighting though where and against whom she had no idea. She had no doubt that they would make formidable enemies but as to whether they would be good allies she was unsure. Though after she heard Robb Stark's opinion she was inclined to agree, she did not know what state the treasury was in but she doubted it was comfortable after such a long and difficult time. She wondered where the coin would come from but then she realised the King would no doubt take more money from the Lannisters. The wealth of Casterly Rock would be more than sufficent or the King would ask the aid of Highgarden and her father would of course give it. Though not as wealthy as the Lannisters highgarden was by no means poor either.

She voiced none of these thoughts however as she was not part of the Small Council and thought it would be improper for her to speak as though she was one of them.

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Knock, knock, it was one of Catelyn's handmaidens. The young girl walked into the room, she was here to wake Catelyn up, but her goal was already done for. Catelyn was sitting at the end of her bed, still in her bed robe, her hair streaming down both sides of her head, staring at the floor, she dreamed of Ned again. They were back in Winterfell, Ned was sitting by the steaming pools beneath the Heart Tree in the godswood. Above the treetops the moon tried glowing through the mist like light peering through silk. Catelyn walked up the stone steps, her long grey dress trailed behind her. She sat down on a big rock next to him, "Ned..." she said quietly, she couldn't believe it, he was there. Ned turned and faced her, he was as handsome as ever, "Cat? Is that you?" He asked, he reached out and touched her face. His hand was warm, she gazed into his grey eyes, "Yes Ned, its me," she lent in closed her eyes and gave him a longing kiss. She opened her eyes and scrambled backwards, it wasn't Ned, but his head.

The handmaiden rushed to her side, "Milady are you alright?" she asked, Catelyn looked up to the girl with tears in her eyes, and stood up, wiping her tired eyes. "Yes...I am alright," she replied slowly. "The King has invited you to break fast with him, your son and daughter is already there," the handmaiden said as she guided Catelyn over to the mirror and sat her down on a wooden stool. The handmaiden started to do her hair, in a southern style, "Stop, do you know any Northern styles Wenda?" Catelyn said briskly, she was of the North and she wanted it to stay that way. "Erm...Some milady," she said quietly. Catelyn looked at the girl through the mirror, "Please, do me a favor and do my hair in a Northern style," the handmaiden smiled and began putting Catelyns hair in a Northern style bun. Catelyn could see that the handmaiden admired her auburn hair compared to her own brown hair, after the handmaiden was done she quickly dressed Catelyn in a simple grey dress, that was altered to fit the southern heat. After she was done, Catelyn stood up and looked at her self, she couldn't even tell that she had been crying. She put on a smile and left the handmaiden to fix her chambers. As she made her way to the dining hall, Catelyn looked around. The stone city was below her, it was sprawling with life. Above the sun shined in the cloudless sky, Catelyn had to admit; the South was a beautiful place to live.

She walked into the dining hall, it was warm and the aroma of food was about her, there were a group of mercenaries talking to the king. Viserys Targaryen, he is young. But her son declared himself a king to, after the murder of her husband. Catelyn spots Sansa and Robb sitting next to each other, My sweet Sansa, she thought while smiling. Catelyn walked near the table and coughed slowly to announce her presence, "Good day, your grace," she bowed to him, and then to his sister, putting on a slight smile. Daenerys Targaryen, the one who gave life to dragons, Catelyn thought as she eyed her, she couldn't deny that the girl was full of life, but she was young nonetheless.

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Sans blushed prettily at the praise she received from Daenerys and was slightly taken by surprise when the King began complimenting her profusely. Instantly she felt her heart in her throat and her stomach tied in knots, it didn’t do well to be noticed. She had learned this the hard way by firsthand account, always slip by unnoticed and you’ll get into much less trouble that way. Of course she was flattered, she was still Sansa Stark and a King had deigned to comment upon her beauty.

Nervously she bowed her head and smiled shyly at the royal siblings. “You are much too kind, Your Grace. It is you who whose kindness, strength and honor have allowed me to be here.” The eldest Stark daughter replied, placing a thin, pale hand upon her chest as a sign of her sincerity. She knew that perhaps she was laying it on a bit thick but royalty always seemed to enjoy flattery, the more flowery the better. It also didn’t help that Sansa always seemed to overdo it when put on the spot.

Although what she said wasn’t unnecessarily true. It was Viserys that made it possible for her to be free; relatively free at least. She was no longer betrothed to Joffrey or beholden to his demands. She no longer lived in fear of Cersei and her machinations, now there was a new King with new quirks and affectations to learn and maneuver around. The slim redhead knew she’d be smarter now than when she first arrived in the south.

Sansa’s heart quickened a bit at the announcement of what the council would be discussing today. Tourneys and marriage; and while she was once fond of tourneys those days were long gone. The mention of a bride for the King caused her to glance nervously at her brother, Robb. She wondered if she was a candidate, that perhaps Robb might come to her some afternoon and inform her that she was marrying the king. Of course the odds were quite out of her favor as far as she knew, which was a sort of relief to the girl.

Soon the subject turned to the mercenaries who were now standing before the council. Warily Sansa looked at the odd arrangement of people and looked nervously away if she happened to catch anyone’s eye. She idly picked at loose threads on her dress, or smiled nervously at Margaery knowing that neither one of their opinions were sought after. It wasn’t until Dacey Mormont made an appearance that Sansa was restored to life. She knew Dacey was a friend of Robb’s and was from Bear Island, she was from the North and that meant she was like family.

Sansa watched Grey Wind greet the new arrival and felt a sharp pang at the thought of Lady. Quickly turning away from the scene she was pleasantly surprised by the arrival of her mother. For the first time that day a genuine smile was splashed across her fair face. Sansa adored her lady mother and was delighted to be reunited with her once again. Catelyn was where Sansa drew strength, at least what little she had. Sansa wanted nothing more than to rise from her chair and embrace the other woman but knew that now wasn’t the time or the place to show any sort of weakness, even if that weakness was love for one’s family.

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Sansa Stark's words filled Viserys with pride. He cast her a pleased smile, not thinking in the slightest she was laying it on too thick - one could never overdo it with praise for the dragon. What a charming girl she was, for being of the North, he thought to himself. Beautiful, charming and so respectful to her rightful king, unlike her elder brother. What a shame it was he had overlooked her until now, the girl was wonderful. He felt quite lucky to have both Margaery and Sansa present today, he certainly wasn't going to be lacking in the amount of women to choose from. He glanced at his sister, Daenerys briefly before allowing his smile to slowly fade and like a candle that had been extinguished, all warmth left the dragon's face as he turned his lavender gaze back to the council who appeared to be surveying the mercenaries when suddenly another member of the party arrived.


Good gods. Viserys thought, his face betraying his surprise at the sight of the woman entering the room. The woman was larger than some men, probably near six feet in height and donning breeches, a tunic and a sword in place of a dress. Thankfully, her face hadn't been spoiled and she didn't clomp around like a man perpetually in a suit of armor, instead moving with the grace of a lady. The silver haired dragon opened his mouth to demand who this woman was and why she was in his dining hall, interrupting his council meeting when he remembered that they were expecting another, a lady from Bear Island, was it? But that couldn't be...Could it? Then, the lady spoke, only...not to him. Rather than speaking to her King, the woman moved right on past him to where Lord Stark and that monstrous wolf of his sat at the table, greeting him before finally turning to face himself and Daenerys, apologizing for her late arrival. She didn't sound at all apologetic. By this point, Viserys was practically bristling. Apparently this indeed was the Lady Dacey Mormont of Bear Island; however she didn't have the manners of a proper lady at all. "Lady Mormont," The silver haired dragon said, his voice crisp. "You are forgiven, however would do well to remember to acknowledge your king first, and your lord second." He heard one of the sellswords scoff quietly at that.

The dragon king whipped his head around and scanned group for the source of it, but there was only silence now and all the men in the room remained composed, however a few's eyes flickered from time to time to a slight figure hidden beneath a black cloak holding a bow however he thought it may be a coincidence, but he also hadn't been looking previously. He decided to let it go this once and clasped his hands together, looking back to Robb Stark, who expressed his skepticism on the matter of the men. He had figured as much from the Northerner, they were all so very noble after all. He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. It wasn't the Lord of Winterfell's decision to make; therefore Viserys chose not to heed Robb's warning. Why should he? He was the king, he could have their heads removed if they attempted to betray them - or better yet, he could set his dragons on them. "That may be true, Lord Stark. But I intend to pay them well; therefore they would have no reason to fight for another." He said, unconcerned, his eyes moving back to the ugly, pig eyed man whose name he couldn't remember. "Remind me, captain. How much had I offered you to fight for me?" He asked.

"Six trunks of gold to split amongst the captains and the men, your grace." The pig eyed man replied, keeping his balding head down as he spoke to Viserys.

Viserys nodded once, straightening his dragon pin as Lord Stark's mother arrived. He didn't remember inviting her, but she was not of any concern to him at all, so he merely ignored her. "Six trunks of gold for the Sons of Cerberus. Does that seem fair?" He asked the council. He was willing to raise his prices, if the Sons of Cerberus tried to leave him - that, or hire another company to fight for him. When he had arrived in Westeros, he had been shocked by the state of the royal treasury, but after taking the money from the Lannisters, he had found things to be much more comfortable so he saw no reason to worry. "Today, I would have the three captains be leaving with a single trunk of the gold to start with and distribute within their group as they see fit. I'll be paying the rest when I have need of them and the group have settled into their positions within my army and guard."

The captain did not look enthused with that, and the rest of his men even less which was never a good sign but if Viserys noticed or cared he didn't show it. His previous interest had faded. "Now, as for the matter of the tourney I want expect it to be a thing of special magnificence..."






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When the dark haired woman strode into the room, Reed couldn't help the surprise that came over her. Not only because of the woman's height, but because of the way she was clothed. She wasn't dressed in flowing silk gowns like the other women present, but instead something incredibly similar to her own attire - even complete with a sword at her hip. The woman greeted The Young Wolf which he responded to warmly. After that, the lady stroked the direwolf at Robb Stark's side, which made her smile ever so slightly beneath her cloak. As the woman introduced herself and apologized for the delay in her arrival, Reed decided she rather liked this Dacey Mormont - however, King Viserys apparently didn't share this opinion. He reminded Lady Mormont coolly of his superiority and status. Reed couldn't help but roll her eyes and scoff quietly at his haughty attitude, "Prat.” She hadn't realized that she had muttered the word aloud until it had already passed through her lips and king Viserys had whipped around, searching for the voice. Reed froze, grateful for her cloak as she knew her expression would’ve given her away had it been visible. If the king had taken insult to someone simply not acknowledging him first, he certainly wouldn't take being legitimately insulted well.

After a moment, the King seemed to let it go since he couldn’t seem to find someone to blame and then The Young Wolf spoke. None of company corrected him. What he said was true; the sellswords were a notoriously fickle group. She herself didn't even trust her own company, which was why she kept to herself so much. Reed wasn't fickle, although she didn't like making promises or swearing oaths, for she made it a rule to always keep the promises she made. She was a woman of her word, if she ever gave it. Robb Stark was right to mistrust the Sons of Cerberus as she knew her company would indeed turn on their employer and fight for whoever offered more gold like all the other companies she’d seen.

Reed had hoped her opinion of King Viserys would have improved slightly upon seeing him, however it had not. She still thought him weak, haughty and from what she heard, reminiscent of his father. His sister Daenerys seemed different, though she couldn't be sure as she had never spoken to the Mother of Dragons. Still, Reed didn't enjoy the idea of fighting for him at all, even if he was going to pay them well.

The party seemed to be growing larger and larger by the minute, as a red haired woman joined them who Reed actually managed to recognize. Lady Catelyn Stark, who used to be the wife of Lord Eddard. Reed briefly recalled the times when she was a child where she would watch Lord and Lady Stark ride past their farm, every now and then picking wildflowers if there were any at the time and offering them to the Lady as she rode past. Her mother had always had the utmost respect for the Stark family and Reed understood why - they were very noble and she admired them for that. When her mother had been dying, she had told Reed to go to the Stark's and to tell them what had happened in hopes they would take her in as a servant or at the very least find her work somewhere else, for she had nowhere else to go. She had put off going as her mother had instructed because at the time she had feared the Stark's might turn her away.

"Today, I would have the three captains be leaving with a single trunk of the gold to start with..." That caught her attention. Reed stared at Viserys, desperately hoping she'd heard him wrong but judging by the look on Grizel's face she hadn't. Not that Grizel should complain. She was the one who wasn't going to be having continuous income - at least not immediately, not him. Especially if he didn't distribute it evenly. Reed was in dire need of a meal; and a bath to wash off the dust of the road would be most welcome. Now she was really going to need that second job she had been thinking about unless Viserys and his council actually got a move on putting the company to good use. Knowing nobles they probably wouldn't...